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POEM

The being of being is Being;

The being of nothing is none. And if you find this so much nonsense, At least it will do you no harm. Now nothing is nothing, for certain; And something is something, for sure. Since something cannot come from nothing, It must be eternally there. And though it is hard to imagine Since time is our air and our sea, No thing will ever be nothing, Though we will not always be we.

Graduation is a time

When our thoughts turn naturally To vandalism, sex, and crime, Now that we at last are free. Our teachers think we're well prepared To make decisions on our own; But now, perhaps, they're running scared As they listen to this poem. Don't worry, folks, we aren't crazy, Though sometimes we look that way; Just annoyed, bored, and lazy As we make it through the day. So just like birds out of a cage Or slaves set free from toil and pain, We aim to try to act our age And be for now a bit insane. For life too soon will close its doors, And then as we grow old in years We'll teach our own kids to be bores, But hopefully they'll stuff their ears And do as we dream, not as we do, Facing life a tad askew.